FOR ALL OF OUR LAND BY FIONA CUMMINGS

For all of our land

By Fiona Cummings

I sit here on a wooden bench

 Which has seen better days

Peeping over the rickety fence

Across the way

Jagged blades of green

Frames this beautiful sceen

Leaves of gold

On branches so bold

Gently blow

Whispering secrets told

Of times gone by

A historical sigh

Who chose to live or die

To smile or cry

What the old oaks have witnessed

Before their rooted eye

Oh I love the images

Of the sunlit powder sky

Floating clouds go by

Being pushed by doves dressed in white

This is an incredible sight

Beneath the amber ball

It’s the sun which looks so  small

And it heats the nation

Though such a far destination

Yes this is my passion

To take my brushes

And feel the calm

No one rushes

Here is such a charm

I see a distant farm

With a dozen lambs

No sights of thrown away paper

Or disused cans

Just perfect pictures

Wildlife with its creatures

Deer so close

I can see their features

Such trust they show me

They are my teachers

The silver lake

Ripples to show its awake

And in the centre

Is a familiar letter

Heading to me full on

It’s a beautiful swan

Majestically floating

On an ice like pond

  Punters go boating

The falling logs are floating

As wild flowers wave their hand

How lucky we are

For all of our land

For all of our land

By Fiona Cummings

I sit here on a wooden bench

 Which has seen better days

Peeping over the rickety fence

Across the way

Jagged blades of green

Frames this beautiful sceen

Leaves of gold

On branches so bold

Gently blow

Whispering secrets told

Of times gone by

A historical sigh

Who chose to live or die

To smile or cry

What the old oaks have witnessed

Before their rooted eye

Oh I love the images

Of the sunlit powder sky

Floating clouds go by

Being pushed by doves dressed in white

This is an incredible sight

Beneath the amber ball

It’s the sun which looks so  small

And it heats the nation

Though such a far destination

Yes this is my passion

To take my brushes

And feel the calm

No one rushes

Here is such a charm

I see a distant farm

With a dozen lambs

No sights of thrown away paper

Or disused cans

Just perfect pictures

Wildlife with its creatures

Deer so close

I can see their features

Such trust they show me

They are my teachers

The silver lake

Ripples to show its awake

And in the centre

Is a familiar letter

Heading to me full on

It’s a beautiful swan

Majestically floating

On an ice like pond

  Punters go boating

The falling logs are floating

As wild flowers wave their hand

How lucky we are

For all of our land